Through the Flames of Her Blackened Heart--
A cobwebbed threshold
of her festering wound.
The foul rush of shadow and abandonment
spoiled just beyond recognition.
Embers of a chaotic ritual
and venom searing vehemently
through the flames of her blackened heart
becoming death’s latest rendezvous.
Darkness has a tight grip on her
even light refuses to set her free.
Her kissed curses were sinfully forgotten
though her lost heart still beats.
*I wrote this poem on April 7, 2021, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ challenge. This was day 7 and the prompt was:Write a poem that embodies a very strong emotion. Can you guess the emotion I was going for? Let me know…
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